This Director Is Not To Be Trifled With - Chapter 31

Liu Qianwen: “Xiao Yutong, can we talk?”

Xiao Yutong: “Is there even a need for us to talk?”

Without even looking back, Xiao Yutong grabbed her keys and walked to the door.

Liu Qianwen: “There were special reasons behind my marriage with him. The only one I love is you.”

Xiao Yutong’s hand paused on the key. The word “love” coming from Liu Qianwen’s mouth felt ironic.

“I love you, I love you.” The phrase echoed in Xiao Yutong’s mind like a curse that had haunted her for the past two years.

She once thought she was the one in control, but she had unknowingly fallen into Liu Qianwen’s sweet trap. She couldn’t say all the fault was Liu Qianwen’s she had fulfilled her duties as a girlfriend. Unless her company was extremely busy, she would always make time for Liu Qianwen and gave her the best materially.

As for love, she had always believed she didn’t love Liu Qianwen. But actually, she just didn’t understand what love was. Love isn’t just a word tossed around lightly, nor does it always resemble the passionate, life-or-death kind of love shown in dramas. The daily companionship, care, and patience those are love too.

She admitted she had loved Liu Qianwen had, as in past tense.

Love once felt is still just the past. That’s why she had no interest in hearing about Liu Qianwen’s so-called “special reasons.” The emotions, real or fake, were gone, vanished with the farce that took place earlier today.

Suddenly, a warm touch wrapped around the back of her hand. Someone held her hand, turned the key, and opened the door.

Xiao Yutong stepped inside. Liu Qianwen, still unwilling to give up, said, “Tongtong, give me another chance. I can explain everything.”

She tried to follow her inside but was blocked by someone.

Song Xian: “No need. An explanation is just a cover-up, and cover-ups mean it’s the truth.”

Song Xian handed over two bags to Xiao Yutong and turned back to Liu Qianwen. “If you really need to talk, talk to me.”

Part of her was concerned for Xiao Yutong’s health. The other part? She didn’t want this woman to ruin Xiao Yutong’s mood with some low-level lies.

Liu Qianwen, standing at around 160 cm, had to tilt her head to look up at Song Xian. She arrogantly asked, “Who are you?”

Song Xian: “Can’t you tell? I can come and go from this place freely our relationship must be… special.” She folded her arms and raised a challenging brow.

Xiao Yutong, just returning from the kitchen, chimed in right on cue. “She’s the Taekwondo champion I mentioned last time. Good luck dealing with her!”

Song Xian (correcting): “I’m the runner-up.”

Xiao Yutong (gritting her teeth): “Does it matter?”

Xiao Yutong: “I’m going to lie down. You’re cooking dinner tonight.”

She lazily walked toward the living room and collapsed on the sofa.

Song Xian: “Yes, Director Xiao!” She gave a mock-salute, then pulled out the key from the door and slammed it shut. “Let’s talk somewhere else.”

By 7 p.m., the BBQ stand downstairs hadn’t even been set up yet, but Song Xian had already asked the vendor to bring over some beer. She set up a small table herself.

Song Xian: “Have a seat.”

On the table were two neat rows of glasses twelve in each. Song Xian expertly opened a few bottles and filled all the glasses.

Liu Qianwen was confused. She didn’t know what kind of game Song Xian was playing, but wary of her “champion” status, she didn’t protest.

Liu Qianwen: “I thought we were just going to talk. What’s this?”

Song Xian: “Can you really talk clearly without drinking a little?”

She took a spoon and stirred each glass, releasing a burst of bubbles. She picked up one and downed it in a single gulp.

Song Xian: “Your turn.”

Liu Qianwen hesitated for a second, then downed hers too. She almost choked from drinking too fast, but didn’t want to lose face, so she held it in, her face flushed red.

Song Xian (thumbs up): “Not bad.” She continued with her second, third, fourth…

By the tenth glass, Liu Qianwen was out half conscious, slumped over the table.

For Song Xian, this was nothing. She had handled far stronger drinks before. She tapped the table.

Song Xian: “Come on, that’s it?”

Song Xian: “Let’s not talk anymore. I already know what you’re going to say. The damage at the wedding has already been compensated by Uncle Zhang. My advice? Don’t come near Xiao Yutong again. Or next time, it won’t be solved with a few drinks.”

She didn’t know Liu Qianwen personally, but she knew the groom: Li Zeyu, the illegitimate son of a rival company’s CEO. Not only that, but he was a good-for-nothing who partied day and night, involved with both men and women, and had even served time for illegal activity.

He was known in their circle as a scandal machine. Song Xian had recently heard he was marrying a small-time company’s daughter never expected it would be Liu Qianwen.

She had initially thought Liu Qianwen was forced into the marriage for business reasons. But after Jiang Chen did some digging, they found out Liu Qianwen had approached Li Zeyu on her own. Her family favored her incompetent brother, and despite her talents, she was never valued. Maybe there was some shady trade behind all this.

Which led Song Xian to wonder did Liu Qianwen get close to Xiao Yutong also to gain something?

So far, no clue. She hoped she was just overthinking it.

Liu Qianwen had no choice but to swallow her anger. What really intimidated her wasn’t Song Xian’s taekwondo background.

After the wedding fiasco, Li Zeyu’s family had considered calling the police. Liu Qianwen, though furious at Xiao Yutong for ruining the wedding, didn’t want her in trouble after all, she had been the one who lied.

Then, a man called Uncle Zhang appeared, claiming he was there to settle the damages. Clearly, he was on Xiao Yutong’s side. But Yutong wouldn’t know such a person. That left only Song Xian.

Judging by how respectfully Li Zeyu’s family treated that man, Song Xian’s background was far from ordinary.

Liu Qianwen might be bitter, but until she figured out Song Xian’s identity, she had to keep quiet.

Even though she was still clear-headed, Song Xian felt a bit dizzy. To avoid smelling of alcohol and bothering Xiao Yutong, she went home to shower first, then came back down to prepare dinner.

She moved quietly in the kitchen, careful even with chopping vegetables. But the sound of the range hood still woke Xiao Yutong.

Though she knew Song Xian could cook, she still came over like a worried mom checking on her child.

Song Xian was wearing her usual pink apron totally mismatched with her tough image, but that contrast made her even cuter. Xiao Yutong crept up behind her, hugged her waist, and rested her face on her back.

Song Xian (turning): “Did I wake you?”

Xiao Yutong: “No, I had enough rest.” She loosened her arms and stepped to the side. “What are you making?”

Song Xian (pulling her closer): “I looked up recipes. All good for the stomach.”

Xiao Yutong (sniffing): “Wait… you drank?”

Song Xian sniffed her clothes. “I don’t smell anything.”

Xiao Yutong (suddenly leaning in, kissing her lips): “Not from your clothes from here.”

Damn. Since when did Xiao Yutong become such a flirt? Stay calm, Song Xian it’s just a kiss. You’ve kissed before. Don’t panic. You’re Song Xian, the legendary player in the dating scene. This is nothing, right?

She told her pounding heart: Stop it. Don’t be so useless. Getting flustered over this? You’re ruining my rep.

Trying to stay composed, she changed the topic. “Go get the rice. The food’s almost ready.”

Thankfully, Yutong didn’t notice her fluster. As she walked away, Song Xian let out a long sigh of relief.

Xiao Yutong (teasing): “And you say you don’t like drinking. Now you’re sneaking it behind my back.”

Song Xian: “Sneaking? I drank for your ex, okay?” She placed the dishes on the table, and Xiao Yutong brought the rice over.

Song Xian: “Alcohol numbs nerves, dulls pain, helps you sleep… it’s great stuff.”

She said it casually, but Yutong saw a rare trace of helplessness and sadness on her face.

It made her curious what kind of past was hiding behind that sunny exterior?

Normally, their rule was: whoever cooks doesn’t clean. But with Yutong not feeling well, Song Xian did it all.

While she washed the dishes, Yutong took a shower. She used the new body wash, applied lotion, and deliberately picked a revealing, silky, semi-transparent nightgown everything visible.

She did it on purpose. Tonight, she was going to seduce Song Xian for the first time, boldly and actively.

When Song Xian finished cleaning and came out, what greeted her was a sexy woman lying on the couch, the gown barely covering her upper thighs bare, but not quite. It was driving her crazy.

Her body heated up. Her throat went dry. She grabbed tissues to wipe her hands again just to cover up her reaction.

Song Xian: “Are you… hot?”

Xiao Yutong: “Not really.” She held a book in one hand, then switched arms, leaning slightly causing the gown to slip off her shoulder, revealing her collarbone and smooth skin.

Song Xian swallowed hard audibly.

Yutong looked up. Seeing that Song Xian wasn’t reacting, she clutched her stomach.

Xiao Yutong: “Song Xian… I think my stomach hurts again.”

Song Xian (worried): “What? Again?” She rushed over, gently touching her stomach. “Here? Should I massage it?”

Xiao Yutong: “Yes, but not there.” She moved Song Xian’s hand to her lower back, leaning close. Within seconds, their breaths tangled together.

Song Xian’s heart thumped wildly. Was Yutong… inviting her?

Xiao Yutong (softly): “Xianxian… Xianxian…”

That soft voice shattered the last of her self-control.

Song Xian (panting): “Xiao Yutong, are you seducing me?”

Yutong didn’t answer but used action to confirm everything. In a flash, the nightgown slipped off. She pounced and kissed her.

“Clunk!” A loud sound then a shriek.

“AH! That hurts!”